Some sort of weed has been pollinating here lately. Being uninsured, I have to deal with allergies with over the counter solutions (unless it reaches the point of "i can't stop sneezing long enough to take a breath" or "i can't get enough air in my lungs"). So, I broke out the store-branded zyrtec. I started with one a day, and did all right. A couple/few weeks later, two in the morning and two at night are barely taking the edge off.
As if pollen weren't bad enough, Sunshine had to go bring home some crud he caught from his oldest. This oldest has two kids, and cute and precious though they may be, little kids are basically petri dishes for diseases/illnesses/crud. So, when Sunshine's oldest calls last week and says "I'm sick. You want me working or home?", Sunshine says "if you can work, I would appreciate it; we have a deadline", and good kid that he is, the son shows up for work. I'm grateful, but now Sunshine has the crud and I am probably right behind him. (for the record, Sunshine is like a walking antiviral, antibacterial miracle. In five years, he has been sick like three times: once was H1N1 caught from the office manager's kid, once was probably from all the rat-poo and other crud that got stirred up when we had to disassemble our bathroom in the magic bus* to fix a water leak, and now this crud. So, he almost never gets sick, and when he does, he mutates whatever he caught before he passes it on to me, giving me a weaker form of it. He's like a medical marvel that way.)
Yesterday, I got taken out by a migraine that came at me like a bullet train from nowhere. Usually, I can feel a migraine coming on; light sensitivity or a tic in my right eye or creeping pain that starts at the base of my skull and works its way around the right side of my head. Yesterday, it just rolled over me all at once. Within an hour, I went from stiffness in the neck (which is actually my daily norm) to laying in the floor trying not to cry and praying I didn't puke before the phenergan got rid of the nausea. As much as I hate taking mind-altering chemicals, sometimes they are necessary. And when I hurt that fucking bad, medicine is just medicine.
Today, I am just grateful to be alive and pain-free (relatively speaking). I'm going to go with the working theory that I am suffering from a narcotics-induced sense of well being. I'll take it. It's probably also masking the residual pain, which means I may not do shit today besides watch home-improvement shows on the teevee, and just for today, that's OK. Because I do NOT want my head to feel like it's trying to explode again.
* the rat-poo? Was inside the walls and got there because the bus had been sitting around unused for many many moons when we bought it. It did NOT happen on my watch. Ugh.